Pregnant, Texts, And my Sexy English Teacher. NEW THREAD

The evening was becoming more and more romantic as time passed. 

Asad kept twirling Zoya and admiring her beauty. 

"I'm tired Asad."

Asad frowned. 

"Ok, last spin huh?" He smiled and spun her around before catching her in his arms. 

All of a sudden, there was a loud tear. 

Everybody turned towards Asad and Zoya. 

Zoya's eyes shot wide open as she looked down towards her dress.

The side split of her dress which was supposed to end just above her knees now reached her underarms.

People around them started to laugh and a third of them pulled out their phones. 

Asad pulled Zoya close to him on the opposite side so she was covered by him.

"Everybody shutup! Put your phones away NOW! Stop recording and mind your own business!" 

Asad screamed at the top of his lungs. 

He seemed infuriated. 

Zoya dug her face into Asads tux and sobbed. 

Asad slowly lifted Zoya into his arms still in the position where her dress malfunction wasnt seen. 

He walked out of the room with the crying Zoya spreading tears all over his tie. 

****

Asad slowly put Zoya on his four poster bed. Zoya's mascara was now taking over her foundation and blush. Dark black tears streamed down her face as Asad kept wiping away. 

"Its ok... Its gonna be ok..." 

"What!?" Zoya said. 

"Don't worry ok?" 

"No I mean you just used a slang? Gonna instead of going to? wow."  She laughed. 

Asad smiled. 

"Thats more like my Zoya. Now I dont have girl clothes and I certainly dont wear dresses or skirts, But i could lend you a shirt and shorts? maybe?" 

Zoya laughed again. "Thank you so much Mr Khan. I mean it. You saved me. I can't thank you enough..." 

Asad leaned over and placed a kiss on Zoya's forehead. 

"Go along." He said. 

He got up and pulled out a shirt and shorts. The smallest he could find. 

"Here.." He offered to Zoya. 

Zoya smiled and grabbed the clothes. 

She got up and looked at Asad for a long time.

"Oh! Uh sorry, I'll just go outside." he said embarassed. 

"No no its ok, I want to have shower and freshen up If you dont mind showing me the bathroom please?" She asked sweetly. 

"Uhh yea sure why not? but please dont be thinking I was expecting you to change in front of me ok? I...just...uhh... you know.. well yea this is awkward, lets go." He said shaking his head. 

Zoya laughed. He was so cute! 

****

Zoya stepped out of the steamy bathroom drying her hair with the towel. 

Asad was putting away a file when he saw her come out. 

She looked so cute! he thought. 

She went and sat next to him on his bed. 

"Why does it happen to me Mr Khan? Why?" She asked. 

"People usually conspire against people they envy. Its obvious why many would envy you. Your beautiful and ravishing and an epitome of amazing... ness?" 

Zoya giggled. "Well Mr English teacher? Why do you think the ripping of the dress was conspired and not just an accident?" 

"Because Zoya, the slit teared  right through. I pretty sure it wouldve required a lot of pulling on the dress to tear it that much. But all you did was step on it by accident. Theres something fishy there..." 

Asad got up and examined the dress. 

He looked closely at the stitching. 

"See? Told you. The entire left side has an overlocked stitch. Its a fixed side. But the side that ripped was barely sewn together properly. One small pull and the whole thread comes out..." 

"Dont tell me we are learning stitching in english next!" Zoya exclaimed. 

Asad laughed. "No not really." 

He sat back down. 

Zoya looked up at his eyes and instantly became lost in the swirling colours of brown and green. Such a nice hazel-ly colour. 

Zoya leaned in for a kiss. Why was she doing this? She didnt know herself. Maybe because it went so good the last time? But it was different this time. Because it wasnt just to shut someone up. She meant something more. 

Zoya could feel Asads hot breaths against her skin. She must be close now. She felt his warm lips crash against hers. Asad put one hand around her waist and the other holding her face. 

Their lips moved in a perfect rythym to each other. 

Zoya grabbed Asads collar as the kiss deepened and became more passionate. 

Zoya could feel those sparks flying.

Asad slowly lay Zoya down on the bed while still kissing her. 

He began planting kisses on her neck. 

"Asad?" Zoya whispered. 

"Yea?" 

She leaned into his ear and whispered. "I love you..." 

And this time, She was sure to say it, because she meant it. 

"I love you too Zoya" He smiled kissing her again. 

He leaned over towards the lamp and dimmed the brightness. 

He began slowly unbuttoning Zoya's - well his own - cotton shirt as Zoya bit her lip. 

"Zoya, I wont do this if you dont want to..?" 

She smiled. 

"The last time I made love, I regretted it. This time, I want no regrets Mr Khan." 

"I promise you none." He said kissing her again. 

*****

The next morning. Zoya was still fast asleep in Asads bare arms. 

Asad squinted as he awoke to the sun shining in his face.

He looked at clock. "Shit!" he swore. 

It was 8am. He would never make it to school on time in 5 minutes. 

"What happened?" mumbled the half sleeping Zoya. 

"Nothing. Did I disturb you? Actually we slept in and Im late for work." 

"Oh... Then?" 

He sighed. 

"You know what? Im calling in sick." He winked. 

"No! Omg! No! They'll get suspicious! They'll find out I'm with you! They might send someone to see if your really sick or not! They might -" 

Asad smacked his lips onto Zoyas once again. 

After breaking the kiss he said. "You talk too much... But I love shutting you up..." He smiled. 

After calling the office and faking a cough and managing to get a day off Asad fell back onto the bed. "Whew... Well I've got the whole day... What do we do?" 

Zoya got up. 

"I just want to spend time with you... Are you sure your Aunt wont just turn up though?" 

She shook her head. 

"No way, Shes gone to Goa for 2 weeks. Dont worry..."

"Then I just want to lay in your arms for a while and cry..." She said smiling. 

He smiled back and hugged her. 

"By the way Zoya?"

"Yea?"

"I love girls who love neon colours!" He laughed. 

"Huh?" Zoya said. She then clicked and slapped Asad slightly. 

"Don't judge my Bra choice!" She pouted. 

"Areh babaa.. Ok I'm not. Just saying its so cute when you make that pout face!" 

They both laughed.

*****

After a couple of hours of cuddling, talking, kissing and romancing, Zoya got out of bed and freshened up. 

She came out of the bathroom wearing a Blue summer dress. 

"Wow. I forgot I had that..." Asad said gawking. 

"Or you just wanted to see me in a  cotton shirt and shorts huh?" 

"No seriously! I bought that for a friend of mine. It was her birthday. But then my other friend said it was kind of weird to give that to a friend only. Since its so pretty and sort of sexy. He said she might think I liked her so I never gave it." He flashed his teeth. 

"Oh My god. Your insane Mr Khan! I say Insane!" 

"Not Mr Khan Zoya. Asad. Just Asad. Ok?" 

Ok..." She replied. 

"Now lets go and cook! I've got great ideas! We could make pasta! Oh lord how I'm craving Pizza! Or maybe some Popcorn? No wait! French fries? No wait chicken Pies! yes!?" She grinned while Asad made a face. 

Asad took her hand and pulled her to the kitchen. 

"Or more like some healthy food young lady. You are pregnant dont you remember that?" 

Zoya's face fell. "But Asad c'mon!" 

"No and No. We are making a chicken salad and a healthy smoothie. Ok?" 

Zoya put her hands up in defeat. "Ok boss!" 

******